After a couple of disappointing baking experiments it dawned on me that I am trying way too hard to find new recipes to post on the blog. Why am I not just going with my tried and true favorites? Part of me could be subconsciously hoarding them for myself, I mean, I am an only child.
When it comes to cooking dinner I definitely stick to a handful of favorites. It’s a feeling like your dog ran away when you spend the entire day and all your grocery budget on a new recipe for dinner only to end up with something inedible.
My favorite dinner dishes use minimal special ingredients, use up what I have sitting in my pantry, require little prep and provide ample leftovers. This Chicken Picadillo that I spotted in Cooking Light years ago checks all those boxes. Continue reading
I didn’t want to get on my soapbox, but we’re facing a crisis here people. We are abusing the system, biting the hand that feeds us and leaving children behind. What’s going on? We are totally shortchanging pumpkin season and jumping headfirst into Christmas.
What gives? Halloween wasn’t even a week ago and everyone is replacing pumpkin with gingerbread and peppermint faster than Target can truck in the Christmas trees.
We all know pumpkins last longer than a month, especially when left on a chilly porch, so why are we kicking pumpkin-flavored delights to the curb so much quicker? Pumpkin is just as much a Thanksgiving flavor as it is an October/Halloween flavor in my book. Continue reading
Vegans are like rabbits. They eat carrots and they multiply… you know, like rabbits. I wonder if their feet when cut off and attached to key chains are lucky? Being that they are vegan, they would probably disapproved of me testing this theory.
I swear my circle of vegan friends has doubled this year, and as much as those rascally rabbits love my Chocolate Stout Brownies and Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies, I’m in the middle of my “bar stage.” Don’t worry, I’m not frequently bars by myself ordering cheap beer and eating peanuts for dinner, this is far more sinister: have you noticed pretty much all of September was bar cookie posts? What can I say, I’m lazy. I like not having to wait to scoop out another dozen rounds of cookie dough and not having to prepare parchment paper for cookie sheets. Continue reading
Working for a race team is one of the most rewarding, stressful, satisfying, gut-wrenching, thrilling, exhausting, beautiful jobs I’ve ever had.
I’ve worked in racing for eight years now, 11 if you count internships, but this year was very different. I started the year scared shitless. I’m not entirely sure why. I knew what I needed to do and how to do it, I had the tools to do it, I knew the right people to help. The scary part was probably being my own boss and the fear of screwing up really big and it being all my fault and getting yelled at.
I screwed up a couple of times. I wonder if anyone noticed. I noticed. I beat myself up. But also, along the way, I discovered I’m pretty damn good at things I’ve never done before. It’s a proud moment to find hidden talents and know that when dropped into the deep end you can swim… and climb out and do a triple lindy back into the deep end if needed. Continue reading
I think most blogs have some sort of celebration for their one-year “blogiversary.” I, however, totally missed the milestone. It only occurred to me because of two things: Petit Le Mans came and went (more on that in tomorrow’s Tuesdaygram) and I attended Taste of Atlanta last weekend, which I recall blogging about last year.
I made my third trip to the annual food festival with my trusty Taste of Atlanta partner in crime Leiza and brought rookie Melissa along for the ride.
Leiza and I are now pros at Taste of Atlanta. Here are the rules we’ve established to a successful Taste of Atlanta experience: get there early when parking is plentiful and supplies are high, bring your own bottle of water, make a recon lap to find your favorites and any freebies, don’t bother with chain restaurants, always take portion size in to consideration when making your picks, don’t buy more tickets (you’re full, you just don’t know it yet). Continue reading